The tension between them was so thick it felt like the air itself was pulsing with it. Riyansh's hand still cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. Meher's breath hitched as his eyes roamed over her face, taking in every detail.

"You want to know what I remember?" he asked softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "I remember the way you taste. The way you sound when you come. The way your body fits against mine like it was made for me."